Tender (MTL)

51-60

Chapter 51: No joke
"Take a sip and let me kiss you."

Huo Yan was stunned for a while, looking at the smile at the corner of his mouth, and finally understood how deep someone's routine was, he turned his head and hummed, "Stop drinking!"

"So strong."

Fu Shihan smiled faintly and handed the can to Huo Yan's hand: "Drink, I'm kidding."

Huo Yan took the can in doubt, and Fu Shihan squeezed the tip of her nose.

Each room in the private theater is a relatively unique themed room. The Totoro room opened by Fu Shihan is about ten times flat, with a gray tatami mat in the Totoro style in the middle, and a small square table in front of it. Put snacks and drinks.

The staff helped them to adjust a Korean horror film called "Kunjiam", and when they went out, they took them and the lights were turned off.

The surroundings dimmed for an instant, only a circle of dim light from the projection screen.

Huo Yan was standing beside the tatami bed with bare feet, suddenly feeling a little cramped.

Are you going to sit on the bed with him and watch a movie later?

This is... too embarrassing.

Fu Shihan didn't care. He crawled to the head of the bed, cushioned himself with a pillow, raised his eyebrows and said to her, "Are you going to be there to finish watching the movie."

Huo Yan said "Oh" and sat cross-legged on the edge of the tatami, keeping a safe distance from him.

He raised his head and chest, as if watching a patriotic educational film, with a small face stretched very serious.

In such a small space and such a dark environment, when it is quiet, you can hear the breathing of two people.

Huo Yan really felt like sitting on pins and needles, his small heart plopping endlessly.

Fortunately, the movie soon entered the plot, and she forced herself to divert all her attention to the screens on the opposite side.

"Huo Yan." Fu Shihan's magnetic voice sounded behind itself, and the tip of his tongue gave these two words a little ambiguous taste.

"What...what's wrong."

He didn't say anything again, so Huo Yan looked back at him.

The brightness of the screen made the outline of his handsome face more distinct, and the narrow peach eyes under his tall forehead were shimmering. He leaned back, with a sense of laziness.

It seems to be seduce her!

"What's wrong?" Huo Yan blushed and asked again.

Fu Shihan's slender and white hands patted the pink pig's head pillow next to him one after another.

The meaning is obvious, let her sit down.

Huo Yan was really embarrassed to sit there, she pretended not to understand, turned her head and continued to watch the movie.

The small figure sits on the side of the bed, holding the sheets tightly in his hands, restraining his breathing, bending himself nervously and afraid.

Fu Shihan felt itchy in his heart.

"Huo Yan, sit here."

He finally spoke, with the seriousness and seriousness of the chairman of the student union in his tone, as if he was arranging work.

Huo Yan said, "You can concentrate on watching the movie and stop making trouble."

The corners of Fu Shihan's eyes rose.